The Virgin Mary Stands in the Hamilton Window of St. Ignatius Chapel Point

Holy Mother    when the sun rose
and filled you with light           your cloak was bluer               than any river
sky behind you striated                        with storm                    then your soft halo edged

in black            the heart radiant                       bare            
shot through with roots            but nothing like earth
                           the impassive eyes      nose aquiline
                                        face a quarter              in shadow

             the blue cloak draping the red surge                of your robe
and your feet grounded
                          I did not know if you stood on rock                               or cloud

Courtney Hartnett holds an MFA from UNC Greensboro, where she currently teaches. Her poems and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Nimrod, GertrudeWinter TangerineBombay GinAppalachian Journal, and elsewhere. Courtney was a finalist for the Crab Orchard Review's 2014 Allison Joseph Poetry Award.